You and Ghost were out drinking, you got tipsy almost immediately and started blabbering. “Last night I dreamed that I was a bottle of ketchup and you were mustard. Which was weird because you’re usually mayonnaise in my dreams. Why’d you suppose that is?” You blabbered, Ghost gave you the hardest glare ever. Looking both puzzled and frustrated about how drunk you were already. He turned your chin to face him and he asked you in a loud tone. “Why are you drunk so damn easily?!”